At Sixes and Sevens

by M. A. Church

  But my fingers itched with the need to touch him, and my gums tingled as my fangs dropped. My eyes changed, and my vision sharpened. Nerves danced along my spine—nerves and an almost overwhelming need to leave my mark on Aidric.

  “Miss me?” Aidric asked, a small self-satisfied smile on his lips.

  Gods, he smelled so good. So mine. Answering was beyond me. Instead the tenuous hold I had on my wolf snapped. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I jerked him to me, my mouth crashing down on his. The whole world could march by the open door of my office, and I didn’t give a damn. I was starved for him.

  Aidric moaned hotly, and my cock twitched. It hardened painfully as I devoured his mouth, demanding everything he had to give. Then I moaned when he wrapped his long fingers around my head, and my cock stood straight up.

  Nothing in this world mattered as much as Aidric did at that moment. We could’ve been invaded, the pack house could’ve burned down around us, but nothing mattered more to me than dragging more sounds out of Aidric.

  I released his hair and cupped his ass, then went light-headed when Aidric wrapped his legs around my waist. My head swam as I broke the kiss, both of us panting. Aidric trailed his lips down my throat, then latched on, sucking hard.

  My fingernails tingled as my claws sprouted, and, swearing loudly, I stormed toward my desk with Aidric’s legs around my waist. I dropped Aidric on it, stepped between his spread thighs, and reached behind him, shoving the desk calendar, my cell phone, the penholder, and anything else out of the way.

  “Ah fuck,” Aidric hissed.

  “Getting there,” I panted.

  My wolf howled in my mind. Hell, why not? I threw back my head and gave voice to the happiness both he and I felt. The arrogantly prideful call reverberated around the room and through the pack house. Shit, those near the pack house probably heard me too, but I no longer cared. Aidric was home—my mate had come back to me.

  It’d be the last time he left without my mark on him.

  “Oh yeah, you missed me.” Aidric grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, buttons pinging against the hardwood floors. “And I missed the hell out of you too, dammit.”

  Shocked, I looked down at the shreds of my shirt. Unable to believe what I was seeing, I glanced back up and made eye contact with Aidric. His eyes glowed an eerie blue, and his fangs had dropped also. That stunning hair of his was tousled, and his lips were wet and swollen. I’d never seen anything more gorgeous in my life.

  I palmed his cock through his pants. My breath shuddered out of me. He was hot and hard. Aidric dragged me closer and plastered his body against mine, then nibbled on my bottom lip. His fangs nicked me, and he purred, licking at the drops of blood. I shuddered when Aidric ran his hands up my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my shredded shirt off.

  I parted my lips as I panted.

  “I want you,” Aidric growled against my shoulder.

  “Fuck yes. I want you too.” I shuddered.

  Emotions flooded me, but I couldn’t seem to grasp any one thing. Desire, happiness, and need—they were all there. I wanted him desperately. Sliding one hand behind my neck, Aidric brushed his lips across my mouth as he ground that thick erection of his against me. My heart sped up. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in my mind. Aidric placed his hands on my stomach, and, taking his time, ran his hands up my chest… dragging the pleasure out until he reached my nipples. By the time he flicked both hard peaks, I was breathless. He rolled them between his thumbs and his forefingers, and I arched toward him.

  Oh, that was so good. Usually I was the one doing the playing, but not this time. Aidric wrapped his arm around my neck and dragged me closer to touch our foreheads together. Slowly he trailed his hands back down my chest until they settled on the top of my jeans. My body tingled as I sucked in my stomach.

  Aidric unzipped me and ran his clawless fingers across my stomach, then dipped inside and palmed my erection. I twisted my hips back and forth, needing more. Goose bumps raced over my body. We both looked down at my eager cock, which pointed up toward my belly button.

  “You want me? Then have me.” Aidric leaned back and licked his lips, staring at me. “Mate me.”

  “Bed,” I gasped. “Unless you want to do this here on the desk.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Aidric

  “BED IT is,” I said. No way were we doing this here. Not the first time, at least.

  Carter stepped back, zipped his pants, and yanked me off the desk. Suddenly everything was upside-down because the damn werewolf tossed me over his shoulder. I squirmed, trying to rearrange my hard cock, then slapped his ass in retaliation.

  “Shit!” Carter exclaimed.

  Everything was a blur as he stormed out of his office. Snatches of conversation and the scuttling of feet trying to get out of his way caught my attention as he rushed upstairs. If I hadn’t been breathless with desire, I would’ve laughed. What a picture we must’ve made, but I didn’t care.

  His need fogged my mind, and all I could think about was getting his cock up my ass as soon as possible and my fangs in his skin. Carter booted the bedroom door open, and it crashed against the wall, nearly hitting him as he stormed past. My hair fluttered as I flew through the air and bounced on the bed.

  Carter didn’t waste time as he stripped off his jeans. Reclining on the bed, I watched as he hopped around the room, trying to get his shoes off. Getting into the spirit of things, I pulled my shirt off and threw it at him for the hell of it. Carter didn’t look up, just caught it with his hand, lifted it to his face, and sniffed it while still trying to remove his shoes.

  I snickered. Damn werewolf reflexes. Carter finally got his pants off, and all thoughts of his werewolf abilities fled. He was magnificent, standing before me proudly, his body heavy with muscle, his hard cock pointing toward rock-hard abs. There was a nice pelt of hair on his chest, and his arms and legs were also covered with a fine dusting of dark hair.

  My fingers itched to touch him everywhere. I kicked off my shoes and wiggled out of my jeans. Carter prowled toward me, grace and power in every step. Lying back on the bed, I waited. His eyes were still werewolf yellow, and his fangs were still showing. Excited, I licked my lips, and he growled as he crawled over the bed, then covered me.

  The heaviness of his body pushed me farther into the mattress, but I didn’t feel trapped. Hastily I reached down and grasped both our hard dicks in my hand, tightening my grip. Carter moaned. As I stroked us off, he made happy little humming sounds, thrusting his hips, his precome leaking over my hand. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes as I held our cocks together.

  I eyed Carter’s throat, his tendons standing out. My gums tingled, and my fangs dropped with the urge to bite. I purred, and his eyes snapped open, wonderment and surprise in them. Fascinated, I stared. Why had I ever thought that vibrant yellow was scary?

  “D-do that again,” Carter gasped.

  Pleasure shot through me at the breathlessness of his voice. “What?”

  “Purr, dammit.”

  I purred.

  Teeth clenched, Carter rutted against me, the two of us moving frantically together, and Carter’s eyes rolled. He grabbed my hips, pulling me impossibly closer, gyrating his body against mine. The heat from him scorched me, burning a path to my soul.

  Carter sank his fingers into my skin. I wanted that, wanted proof of how I drove him crazy… made him lose control. Only wished the marks would last longer. He leaned down to kiss me, and his beard rubbed against me, scratching my skin. I loved it. I teased my fingers over his scalp, and he growled.

  Although it felt insanely good, we needed to slow down. “We… we need to stop before I… I need to come in you and take your blood.”

  “I know.” Carter grunted but moved away.

  The loss of his touch saddened me, and I almost reached for him but stopped when he shoved my legs open. Carter bent over my cock, and my breath caught a
s he blew gently. My shaft jerked. Carter spread my essence over the head, his touch featherlight, and I gritted my teeth.

  I wanted him to take me in his mouth, but he didn’t. Oh no, instead Carter nipped my hip, then laved the tender area with his tongue. A smile spread across his face when I jumped. He wanted to play cat and mouse with me, did he? Problem was I was the cat in this relationship.

  With a clear demand, I thrust my cock at him and bumped his cheek. Carter snickered but got the hint and took me into his mouth, sucking hard. My eyes rolled back, but as good as it felt, it was going to be over before it began if he didn’t stop.

  I shuddered. “Where’s the lube?” Carter lifted his head and smacked his lips. I almost lost it then and there.

  “Night table, top drawer.”

  Oh gods, that growly voice of his was driving me insane. I grabbed him and flipped us. The shock on his face was most satisfying. I settled between his legs and jerked the drawer open, fumbling through all the crap in there until I finally found what I was looking for.

  Lube in hand, I looked back at him. “I’m going to make love to you—going to claim you by coming in you. Take what’s mine. Then I’m going to bite you and take your blood.”

  Carter grabbed the sheets as he huffed, his scent flooding the room. I nudged his legs, and he braced his feet flat on the bed and opened his knees. Topping wasn’t really my thing, but for this one time, I’d do it. According to Carter’s half-hard cock, it wasn’t doing much for him either. Coating my fingers with lube, I decided I couldn’t have that.

  Ghosting my fingers over his hole, I kept my touch gentle. I didn’t try to enter him—for now all I was doing was getting Carter accustomed to the touches. Jacking his cock to keep his mind on that, I played with his hole, teasing the sensitive skin. He jerked his hips as I worked him, and I nipped the inside of his thigh in warning.

  Carter snorted a strained laugh, his thighs tensing. Such power in those muscular legs. Dancing my fingers around his entrance, I pushed the lube inside, slowly entering him. He gasped.

  “Okay?” I asked.

  “Burns some, but not anything I can’t handle,” Carter huffed. “I’m a werewolf. You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”

  Arrogant werewolf. I stoked his cock. “Not hurting you and making you feel good are two different things.”

  “I’m good.”

  But good wasn’t what I was aiming for. Slowly I moved my finger in and out. Carter relaxed, and the muscles unknotted. Then I sucked his cock back down my throat. Carter yelled, stiffening on the bed. Well, that got a response, but he wasn’t going to come. Not yet. I grasped his balls, halting his orgasm.

  “Fuck, Aidric!” Carter roared.

  A shiver ran through me at the desperation in his voice. I stretched him while bobbing up and down on his cock. Carter quivered and cussed. Then I hit his hot spot, and he nearly threw me off him.

  “Fuck, fuck!” Carter heaved on the bed. “Holy fucking shit, I had no idea!”

  Yeah, it was always a surprise when you found the prostate. I worked him good, opening him up. His tight hole pulled my finger in, but we were doing this at my pace. I entered him with another finger.

  Carter growled at me. “More!”

  If more was what he wanted, then more was what he was going to get, but when I was ready. I purposely delayed what he wanted until he snarled and flashed his fangs at me. I, of course, returned the favor since I had fangs too… although his were bigger.

  “Aidric, dammit….”

  Perfect. That was what I wanted: him frantic and needy. All hints of gentleness left as I banged his ass. I scissored my fingers while jacking that fat cock of his. His body tensed, and I squeezed, keeping Carter from coming again.

  Snarling at me, Carter raised his head, his gaze heated. I slipped another finger inside, and he groaned, dropping his head back on the bed again. Satisfied he was at the edge, I let his cock fall from my mouth, then rubbed my face against his wet shaft and stopped fingering him.

  Carter lifted his head off the mattress and glared at me. “What are you doing? I swear, if you don’t get in—”

  I raised an eyebrow and waited. “Yes?”

  “Fuck!” Carter snarled, laying his head back.

  “My way, remember? I like being in control when I bottom.”

  “But. You’re. Not. Bottoming.” Teeth gritted, he spaced out every word.

  I shrugged. “Still going to control this regardless. Settle down and let me take care of you. I promise you’ll be glad you did.”

  Slicking my cock, I rose on my knees and positioned the head of my cock at Carter’s hole. I glanced up his body, enjoying how he was sprawled on the bed, knees wide. Poised over him, I’d never seen a more stunning sight than Carter waiting below me, his eyes glowing with need. This was it. Soon he’d be mine.

  Did I love him? I wasn’t sure what I felt, only that there was something there—something I hoped would blossom into more. I still didn’t know why my goddess and his wolf god paired us, but it no longer mattered.

  He might annoy me, but he also accepted me, stuffiness, lack of social skills, and all. Carter was mine, and nothing—and no one—was going to get in my way of having him. Sweat beaded at my hairline as I pushed inside, watching him for signs of pain. Our gazes locked, and he nodded he was okay. I inched inside. So tight, so hot.

  Panting, I looked at him. “Goddess, you’re so fucking tight.” Closing my eyes, I struggled for control. Evil werewolf that Carter was, he flexed on my shaft. My head spun, and I hissed, opening my eyes. “Fuck. Stop that. You’re going to make me come before—”

  Carter milked me.

  Son of a…. When the hell had he learned to do that? “You, you….” My balls tingled, and I swore. “Do not fucking do that, or I’m going to come.”

  Carter smirked and wrapped his legs around me, jerking me forward, burying me deeper inside. I hissed again as his hands landed on my ass. It was too much—too hot, too tight—and the need to bite him was overwhelming. My control was shot all to hell.

  “You come now and leave me hanging, I’ll take you up against the glass wall in here where everybody can see me claiming my mate,” Carter growled.

  Images of him fucking me where everybody could see danced in my head, and I made a strange chuffing sound. Was that supposed to be a threat? Didn’t work, if it was. I dropped down over Carter and braced on my hands on either side of his head. I pulled out partway, then pushed back inside.

  The next time I pulled out, I adjusted my angle and surged back in. Carter shouted underneath me. Bingo. I’d found his hot spot again. Lights danced in my head as I moved in him. Carter swore as I plowed him. We moved together, staring into each other’s eyes. The woody notes of oak and sandalwood surrounded me.

  “Gonna come. Need to bite you, but….” I gasped when he growled at me. Goddess, that sound. “But it shouldn’t sting much.”

  “Bite me. Claim me as yours. Fucking do it, Aidric.” Carter panted. “I’m going to come, so do it!”

  I struck. Desire, need, and a sense of rightness drove me. My fangs sank into the soft skin where his neck and shoulder met. Blood flooded my mouth—strong and spicy. I tasted strength and purpose, concern and power… and a burning need, a need to claim me also. As I drank I was granted a brief glimpse into who and what my mate really was.

  A werewolf, yes, but there was a core of values Carter held himself to. I tasted his arrogance, but it didn’t stem from the fact of what he was. It came from the knowledge he was powerful. But in that power was a driving need to protect his pack. He would die for them, just as he would die for me. Me. No one had ever felt that way. Not for me. He was everything I thought he was, but more. And he was lonely.

  So lonely.

  But the happiness at finding the one destined to be his washed through me. That his mate was a werecat didn’t matter. Moving frantically within him, I sensed the bond growing between us. Eyes narrowed, I fought for control and tried to stave
off my orgasm. My eyes drifted shut, and a tingle raced through my body.

  Desperate not to come yet, I fought it. Lights flashed behind my eyelids, and in my mind’s eye, I saw a ribbon of energy, as blue as my eyes in shifted form, drifting from me to Carter. Stunned by what I saw, the tenuous control over my desire broke, and I came. That ribbon of energy slammed into Carter right where his heart was located.

  Carter’s body jerked as I sucked, my lips pressed against the strong cords of his neck. He came, his essence spreading between us. Having my cock and my fangs buried in him filled me with a sense of completeness. He was mine.

  I opened my eyes and groaned, gently removing my fangs, then licking the bite mark to make it stop bleeding. Carter lay on the bed, a goofy look on his face. Unable to help myself, I kissed his nose, then dropped down next to him.

  “I can feel it, you know?” Carter whispered.

  Shivers raced over my body at his words, and I managed to pull myself up on my elbow. “Huh?” Not the most eloquent, but that was about all I could manage.

  “When you came.” Carter frowned. “I felt… I felt…. I don’t know how to describe it. There was this… this burst of…. I swear, if I had hair on my head, it would’ve been standing up.” Carter rubbed his chest. “It felt like something hit me right here. Like a jolt, or a…. Okay, this is going to sound silly, but it felt like a shock.”

  My hand rested on his chest—right above his heart. “Here?”

  “Yes.” Carter frowned. “How did you know?”

  Oh hell, what could I say? That I’d seen an invisible thread connecting me to him? He’d probably think I was off my rocker. “Did it hurt?”

  “No. Aidric, how did you know?” Worry laced Carter’s voice. “You put your hand exactly where I felt it—whatever that was—hit.”

  Unsure what to say, I rested my head against his shoulder. Kirk, Tal, and Dolf hadn’t mentioned anything like this. Neither had Remi and Marshell. Was this something that happened just between Carter and me? Was it because we were two different races? But that didn’t make sense. Remi and Marshell were different too.